The busybody relatives all chimed in, one after another, united in their opposition to her brother being with that woman.
Yara Quincy knew she had achieved her goal.
'Hmph… I already told my parents everything. They're still fuming and refuse to come out to greet our guest, which is why I'm stuck here putting up with all these chattering aunts.'
'Now I just have to wait for my brother to bring that woman over. There's definitely going to be a good show!'
...
「The drive from Quincy Manor to The Old Quincy Estate took half an hour.」
As the car pulled up to the gate of the large courtyard, a few of the older aunts, their gossipy hearts getting the better of them, walked over to get a look.
Claire Sinclair stepped out of the car, her heart pounding with anxiety. Her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the group of older women standing in the courtyard.
'So many people… Isn't this a bit much!'
And...
